Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 607 - 533: Ultimately Drank God’s Footwashing Water
Boom!
A storm originating from the spirit world caused everyone in the fourth layer of the maze to feel slightly dizzy.
An irresistible sense of fear ruled everyone’s heart, even the two Pirate Kings with giant and Sea Dragon bloodlines were not immune.
Because it’s imprinted deep within human blood, a survival instinct that has been preserved since the primitive era.
Even small children instinctively fear the bottomless abyss beneath their feet, instinctively fear the colorful crawling creatures, instinctively fear... the dark deep sea.
However, this fear, which is so strong it touches the soul, only brushed lightly against their sense of existence and quietly faded away, leaving everyone feeling relieved instantly.
The next moment.
"Ji ji ji..."
A strange language, never recorded in human text, suddenly echoed in everyone’s ears in the fourth layer. But amazingly, all of them clearly understood its meaning—it was joyous laughter.
At this point.
Aiven finally let out a slight breath of relief, even directly opening his eyes to look at the "pale entity" whose size was comparable to a small house and whose dried limbs stretched out and perched at the edge of the well.
There wasn’t the slightest surprise.
Ugly, twisted, wicked... its entire body emitted an aura that was completely incompatible with this material world.
But almost visibly, a newly born power like a bridge or umbilical cord had quietly appeared on that pale jelly-like body and connected with this world.
The pale, jelly-like body had already begun to transform into a semi-real, semi-imaginary form like drifting clouds on the horizon; the countless green eyes on its surface, like pustules, also gradually leaned towards what normal animals in the material world should have; those black, dried legs were slowly becoming plump...
"Indeed."
Aiven had once personally witnessed a demigod’s mythical form and had also reached agreements with divine creatures. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
While he might be unable to determine how strong this creature is, confirming whether the other party’s extraordinary status has reached divine level or demigod is not difficult.
Even though its appearance matches the characteristics of an Ancient God, the series of anomalies brought by extraordinary status betrayed it completely—this isn’t the actual form of the Maze God Aihote, nor even a projection, and it completely lacks divine strength.
However, being able to accept sacrifices in place of a god means it should at least be a high-ranking beloved under the Maze God Aihote, similar to the roles of the three Divine Sons under the Mother of Sea Monsters.
And that fleeting, almost overwhelming "terror" was likely the real Ancient God Aihote.
Following the laughter that carried an unexplained intent.
This creature, in all its senses of monstrosity, slowly opened its mouth in the hearts of everyone:
"I am the Azure Beast, the just Rule Maker, the descendant of the great Maze God Aihote. Representing the generous god, I have come to fulfill the wishes of the sacrificer."
Although the tone was as friendly as possible, the presence itself could only allow everyone to feel deep malice, as if a group of producers facing a high-level consumer in the food chain.
The stance is never shifted by attitude.
As soon as the words fell, the heavily injured Bradley, simply because of being stunned for a moment by the appearance of this Divine Envoy, couldn’t wait to lift his head and shout his wish:
"Lord of the Azure Beast, my wish is to restore my body to its original state and gain the power to defeat all humans here!"
Unlike his initial idea of gaining treasures and reigning supremacy, he exchanged it for a wish. Regardless of how noble the ideals in his heart are, surviving is the only way to realize them.
However.
Even though Bradley arrived here just a step slower than Aiven and the others, he didn’t possess the prophecies and intelligence they had, clearly seeing only the surface benefits of "clearing the level," ignoring the risks behind it.
Or perhaps, the end-of-the-road king, unable to guarantee even his life, couldn’t care less about so-called risks.
But due to the caution of a high-tier Transcendent, even in this status, he didn’t make excessive wishes, such as: directly advancing to Tier 4 Extraordinary, wishing the gods would kill his enemies, wanting both strength and treasure...
The "Oathbreaker," who still retained some reason, knew very well that making deals with an unknown entity must be done cautiously. Because most of the time, you aim for high returns, but the other party may covet your principal (life and soul).
"Ji ji ji, completely no problem, but the sacrifice is insufficient, you need to offer the most devout faith to the just Rule Maker, the great Maze God."
After another chilling laughter, the self-proclaimed "Azure Beast" Divine Envoy agreed to Bradley’s request quite simply, only adding one extra condition.
The telepathy through the "public channel" was also heard by everyone simultaneously.
Outside the arch.
Olivia couldn’t help but pull Aiven’s sleeve and whispered:
"Aiven, what should we do?"
"Don’t rush."
Lightly patting the girl’s hand, based on the experience of past major events, Aiven still trusted Milan’s prophecy, believing that "as you wish" couldn’t be so simple.
Their choice was the "Hermit," while Bradley’s choice was the "Demon." In this context, "return" is by no means a positive term.
Thud!
Without even a second’s hesitation, the "Oathbreaker" Bradley had already knelt down with both knees like the most devout believer.
"My lord, the just Rule Maker, Maze God Aihote!"
Clearly, as a seasoned Great Pirate, Bradley inherently had no moral boundaries.
Or rather, within the Black Wing Order, filled with criminals who kill without hesitation, disreputable fugitive officials, assassins, and notorious Great Pirates, faith was always exceedingly cheap.
In fact, as a True God, the God of Black Wings never demanded these so-called believers hold any particular faith that was cleaner than used toilet paper; as long as they sincerely, wholeheartedly, and consistently committed crimes, it was enough.
Seeing Bradley’s behavior, the "Azure Beast," surprised by how easily he reached his intended goal, was as delighted as an eight-hundred-kilogram fat man, his tone rising a few notches:
"Hee hee, well then... the contract is established!"
The withered black limb waved lightly.
A cup, entirely clear and exuding a faint silver glow, appeared before Bradley, resembling the "Holy Baptismal Water" that Aiven once drank from the Divine Gift Potion.
This time, Bradley paused slightly and, after repeatedly confirming in his mind that the transaction’s content was indeed correct, lifted the cup filled with pristine liquid and drank it all at once.
"Ugh..."
However, in stark contrast to its holy appearance, the taste made Bradley from the remaining left hand grip his throat tightly, for what entered the mouth felt not like water but like thousands upon thousands of tiny living creatures.
But before he could spit it out,
The "potion" had already taken effect instantly.
From the wounds on his right arm, cheek, and the eye socket where he had lost an eye, pale flesh buds, similar to the Divine Envoy’s complexion, sprang up continuously, rapidly transforming into new body tissue.
In just a few breaths, Bradley completely recovered to his previous state.
"Ah ha... hahaha!"
In the joyous laughter of the "Oathbreaker," new strength surged endlessly from his body. Already physically robust, Bradley’s bones cracked, and his muscles swelled, as if inflated, reaching a height of three meters two.
His upper body’s clothes were torn apart, revealing a powerful, perfect build.
Though towering, he exhibited no sign of bloated sluggishness; each muscle seemed like perfectly sculpted granite, brimming with explosive strength.
His aura rose continually, and in just two minutes, it had reached the Tier 3 Peak, no different from Griffith’s former self.
"Heh, it’s time to settle accounts."
Gently clenching his fist, the piercing booming sound caused a whirlwind to rise.
Feeling the newfound power, Bradley, with confidence restored, sneered as he turned to look towards Aiven’s group, already on high alert beyond the archway.
Step...
One step, two steps.
The sturdy, fierce body, like it housed a raging dragon, suddenly froze.
His face writhed dramatically, experiencing incredulity, anger, despair, before transforming into infinite devotion.
He reversed himself, kneeling again before the Divine Envoy.
Aiven’s group, witnessing this from afar, slowly lowered their weapons, understanding clearly:
"After the transaction concluded, ’Oathbreaker’ Bradley had become a devout follower of the Maze God at the mind level, albeit not willingly from within but passively twisted."
"Offering the utmost sincere faith" was part of the prearranged deal, which the "Oathbreaker" likely hadn’t anticipated would be fulfilled in such a manner.
This way of twisting faith from the depths of the soul through Divine Power, though unsuitable for large-scale missionary work and developing believers, was exceptionally effective for targeting individual entities.
Given that it had been specified in advance, this approach naturally did not violate the rules.
Despite Bradley’s lifetime of betrayal, he ultimately drank the divine cleansing water...
However.
Witnessing such a scene, though aware it was part of the deal, Bradley had indeed served as a negative example for his group, a model indeed, and yet Aiven still felt a sense of melancholy over a shared known fate.
After the mind was twisted, the body remained the same, the soul too remained unchanged, but Bradley was no longer the Bradley of before.
Just as Milan said: "The Demon" has departed.
Yet, at this moment.
Suddenly, Milan beside him spoke again, his tone ethereal and hollow:
"When humans forsake boundaries and submit to desire, Aihote’s desecrated offspring will be born in the light."
Milan’s face was dazed, evidently because of the "Prophet" constitution, passively receiving information from the Spirit Realm at pivotal moments.
At the same time.
The "Azure Beast," pleased as ever with Bradley kneeling at its feet, sensed great satisfaction at how strong and desire-laden he was, without boundaries... What a perfect vessel!
And by this means my brother is about to be born, leading us into the outside world. As a devout believer of the Maze God, how could he refuse such "honor"?
Twisting the pitch-black limbs, the "Azure Beast’s" voice sounded again:
"Hee hee hee, let me see which warriors here have succeeded in following the Maze God’s rules to complete the ’Maze Game.’ Huh? Don’t you have any wishes? Why are you all standing so far away?"
